Father Leo Franklin McNamara

O MOST MERCIFUL JESUS, Lover of souls I pray Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the sorrows of Thine Immaculate Mother, cleanse in Thine Own Blood the sinners of the whole world who are now in their agony and who are to die this day. Amen.

HEART OF JESUS, once in agony, have pity on the dying.

"Mother of Mercy, Dispenser of Divine Graces, Dove of God, we dedicate this blog to God's greater glory, that His Priest, Father Leo Franklin McNamara, may become known to the world for the edification of souls, and God's greater glory"

Father Leo Franklin McNamara

"A whispered prayer of a sinner on earth, is thunder in Heaven."

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The following is taken from a discourse given by one of the Faithful.

Father McNamara had the stigmata.

The crucifix pictured is the one that bled on several occasions.

For your consideration:

Fr. McNamara slept on a daybed, lived in a loft at St. Adrian’s Church, not in the rectory.

He did not eat meat for 45 years, never had a housekeeper.Was always faithful to his priestly vows and the true Mass.

Ordained in Rome on July 6, 1913, first Mass on July 7, 1913

In 1928 he was assigned to St. Adrian’s parish in south Chicago.Established a beautiful church and school.Remained there until death on October 26, 1973.

He had a Crucifix that bled 12 times, the first time on September 17th, 1937 and the last time in 1941.The first time the five wounds bled he was blessing Sacred Heart badges, which he gave out by the barrel full.The corpus bled profusely and the corpus became life-sized and sat on the edge of Fr. McNamara’s bed.Jesus said, “Seeing is believing.I put you to the test.”“When you speak for me, I will answer for thee.”Jesus said this to him.

Fr. McNamara calls his torments from the devil “The Evil One.”

Cooking story:fellow priests did gourmet cooking on Saturday nights.The Little Flower appeared to him and laid before him his life.She said, “What a waste.”Fr. gave up the group after that.

Dying nun in Chicago:He went to visit her at the nun’s request.When he arrived she asked why he didn’t bring the Crucifix.Jesus had told the nun about the bleeding crucifix.He went back to the church to get it.The nun asked him to leave it with her and he did.She had it held up so she could venerate it, and the cross bled all over her bed spread and clothes so that they were soaked.Other nuns witnessed this event.

About the 6th time the Crucifix bled, he reported it to his superiors.They kept vigilance on him.Many called him crazy.To justify his sanity, Fr. kept three medical affidavits by three independent doctors, one a Catholic, one Jewish doctor, and one protestant specialist.The complete physicals done proved his medical stability.No history of mental illness, yet he was persecuted concerning the crucifix and other miracles.

Fr. McNamara told this story to narrator Mary:Two burly priests and some of Cardinal Cody’s henchmen came to harass him.He showed the medical evaluations as proof.

Fr. McNamara was called by a mother whose son was a seminarian.The son found out he had tuberculosis and could not become a priest.The man was distraught to the point of taking his own life.Fr. made a trip to see the young man.On the road to meet him, Fr. picked up a young man (who looked like the young priest) hitchhiking.The figure had a red thumb, and really was the devil when he entered Fr’s vehicle.Fr. McNamara immediately felt a burning pain in the back of his neck.He reached into his bag and took out a small crucifix, and put it to the sore area on his neck.The devil figure disappeared.

Fr. continued on to the mother’s house, but the son had gone to bed, and they decided Fr. would speak to him in the morning.The lady showed Fr. to another bedroom for the night.Fr. woke up tied with chains to the bed by the devil.Christ came alive again and released him from the chains.The next day Fr. talked to the young man and consoled him.

Fr. was supposed to take a trip with his mother to St. Louis, but she became ill and he went on the trip without her.The devil entered his car again.The devil told him to have a car accident and end his life because the people Fr. was going to meet with wouldn’t believe what he would say anyway.Disturbed, he drove to a place that would have a crucifix, so he went to the Bishop’s home, but the Bishop wasn’t home.So instead he went to a motel.While looking out the window at the motel, he saw what looked like an ocean, and out of the water the devil appeared as a serpent and tried to climb up the motel wall to get to him.The devil was constantly tormenting Fr. McNamara.

A mother in Chicago with an afflicted daughter:The mother borrowed money to take the daughter to see Padre Pio.Padre Pio asked the mother why she came all the way to Europe when there was a priest on the south side of Chicago she could have taken the daughter to.Padre Pio was referring to and named Fr. McNamara.

Narrator Mary’s brother from age 49 was blind.The brother and his wife were Novus Ordo.He went to “communion” and realized the person was giving the host with the left hand.The brother asked his wife (Mary’s sister-in-law), “when did they allow a priest to use his left hand?”She replied it was a lay person.The brother was upset and this incident allowed Mary to coax her brother to go see Fr. McNamara for a blessing hopefully to cure his eyes.

Fr.’s desk was always disheveled, but he knew what was there.When the brother and sister-in-law went for the blessing, Fr. read the woman’s mind and gave her a silk piece of Our Lady of Taiwan she coveted.No one had told him that she admired it.

Holy Name of Jesus story:The first time Mary met Fr. McNamara was with a group of 10-12 of her family members, cousins, aunts, etc.At the end of the night she said goodbye last purposely so she could share a concern of hers and ask a private prayer request.He referred to her by name (Mary) although she was certain he had not been told her name.Fr. told her to put the Holy Name of Jesus under the pillows and around her home, and that invoking the Holy Name was very powerful.She went home and began telling her very jealous husband about having spent the evening in the company of this holy priest.The husband who was getting ready for his night shift at work was belittling and skeptical.She said something to the effect of, “You should choke on those words!” in defense of the priest.The husband began to choke.Mary didn’t know what to do, so she called Fr. McNamara on the phone.He told her to get a tea bag and warm water in a cup (along with some other ingredient she couldn’t remember), and slowly pour it down his throat.Fr. saying that was a decoy for the miracle he performed.She watched the husband’s tongue loosely fall back into its proper place.Then he went on to work as usual.The next day she put the name of Jesus throughout their home, and immediately good things began to happen.Mary swears that after that incident she and her husband talked out their difficulties, he apologized and they went on to have a wonderful marriage.

Mary’s son died after suffering three years of cancer.Fr. McNamara said the son would go straight to heaven because he had suffered so much.Mary disbelieved Fr a bit and requested to put the Name of Jesus on his death bed, which Fr. allowed.She went on to tell many people (on behalf of Fr. Leo) to put the Holy Name of Jesus around them.

Fr. McNamara was a big man, about 6’5”.The devil at one point threw him down with a thud.Friends witnessed the sound, and the sound of the devil throwing him around the room.This incident was shortly before Fr. died.

Sometimes the devil appeared to him as an exotic dancer or a poor soul.Fr. would take out his Crucifix and the devil would vanish.

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May God our Lord in His infinite and supreme goodness be pleased to give us His abundant grace, that we may know His most holy will, and entirely fulfill it.

As for Father McNamara and his life’s story, and having it told in this forum;

“ I entrust this whole matter in the hands of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, “Mother of the Priest par excellence, Our Lord Jesus Christ, and through Him, of all priests in whom she forms her Son”.

35mm Silent Video

Father McNamara's Church in Chicago

On the day he gave his third Mass

On his 25th Anniversary to the Priesthood

Requiescat in pace

At the Cemetery

PRAYER FOR PRIESTS

O Jesus, I pray for Your faithful and fervent priests, for Your unfaithful and tepid priests; for Your priests laboring at home or abroad in distant mission fields; for Your tempted priests; for Your lonely and desolate priests; for Your young priests; for Your dying priests; for the souls of Your priests in purgatory.

But above all I recommend to You the priests dearest to me: the priest who baptized me; the priest who absolved me from my sins; the priest at whose Masses I assisted and who gave me Your Body and Blood in Holy Communion; the priests who taught and instructed me; all the priests to whom I am indebted in any other way.

Jesus, keep them all close to Your heart, and bless them abundantly in time and in eternity. Amen.

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Father McNamara's grave site

Father McNamara is buried in Douglas, Michigan

Father McNamara is buried very simply in the annexed section, surrounded by the graves of his beloved family.

Saint Maximina and Saint Hyacinth

Who are you Beautiful Lady?

If you have ever heard the name of St. Maximina, you may have wondered who she was, when she lived, and why anyone should be especially interested in her today. Reliable and detailed information about the martyrs of the early Church is not easily obtained. Nevertheless, these saints had to confront danger, blandishment, and the fierce struggle when the decision was made to die for Christ and faith in Him. This is what really counts, though of course it is always interesting to know what sort of people they were. The following are some details about St. Maximina, statements written long ago.

Some of the hand bones of St. Maximina

The Crypt of St. Maximina

The bones of her feet.

Prayer to St. Maximina

O God, who among other marvels of Thy power hast even on the weaker sex conferred the victory of martyrdom: mercifully grant, through the intercession and example of Thy martyr, St. Maximina, that we may advance unto Thee. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

We beseech Thee, O Lord, through the intercession of Thy martyr St. Maximina, look down upon Thy people that they may be strengthened unto piety, obtain the remission of their sins, be delivered from the devil and his deceits, be filled with the Holy Ghost, and obtain life everlasting. Amen.

We pray Thee by the blood which Thy martyr, St. Maximina shed for Thy love, that Thou protect Thy Church and preserve her free and unshaken until the consummation of time. May the merits of Thy holy martyr plead for our Holy Father the Pope, the bishops, the priests, the religious orders and the missionaries toiling among the heathens, that they may be enriched with wisdom, and filled with the Holy Spirit.

We offer the merits and prayers of St. Maximina also for this Thy people, that Thou wilt make of them to Thy praise a kingly priesthood and a holy nation. Preserve all that live in virginity and keep faithful all that live in wedlock. Protect the children of Thy people and cast away not one of us.

May we not cease to praise Thee until, united with Thy holy martyr St. Maximina, we may forever worship Thee in Thy kingdom. Who art God, Father, Son and Holy Ghost forever and ever. Amen.

The phial of St. Maximina's blood is in a beautiful reliquary.

St. Maximina pray for us!

St. Maximina, Martyr 304 A.D.

At the time when Diocletian's persecution broke out, St. Maximina and her husband Montanus, a priest, were living in Belgrade, in the Roman province of Illyria, the ancient name for Yugoslavia. This was long before the law of celibacy was introduced in the Western Church. It is not known if the young priest and his lovely wife were born in Belgrade, or when they came to live there. All that is recorded concerning this, is that they were living there when the vicious and cruel persecution of Diocletian raged, in 304 A.D. The Emperor's edict obliged every Christian without distinction to offer sacrifice to the Emperor and the gods. It is the teaching of the Gospel that Christians are not to seek martyrdom.

Christ said, "When they persecute you in one city, flee into another." And St. Polycarp wrote in 156 A.D., "We do not commend those who volunteer to come forward, since this is not the teaching of the Gospels. Martyrdom was to take place according to the will of God."

It was with this in mind that Maximina and Montanus fled the community at Belgrade and started towards Sirmium, about forty miles distant. They were overtaken by Roman soldiers, and led to stand trial on a high bridge above the Sava River. Probus, Governor of Pannonia, was the judge who tried them. The captives were given the choice of rejecting Christ or rejecting life. History records the bravery of Montanus, though heroism in a priest was to be expected. What deeply moved the great crowd gathered on that bridge was the fidelity and apostolic courage of Maximina. In fact, she defended her faith so well that Probus quickly terminated the trial. The sentence was death by beheading, to be carried out immediately.

The sword flashed. Montanus was beheaded first, head and body falling into the Sava. A moment after, St. Maximina laid down her life in the same way. Their remains were lovingly removed from the river a few kilometers distant from Sirmium, and transported to Rome, to the Catacomb of St. Priscilla, where they were interred. Here the relics remained for 1,500 years.

In 1804 many tombs in St. Priscilla's were opened, and the relics presented to the churches of Rome and elsewhere. With the special permission of Pope Pius VII the relics of St. Maximina with a phial of her blood were presented to the Sinibaldi family, and placed in the altar of their private chapel. For more than a hundred years they were venerated in this chapel. In 1927 the Sinibaldi family presented the relics to the Poor Clares of San Lorenzo in Panisperna, Rome. They, in turn, with permission of Pope Pius XI, sent them to the Poor Clares in Chicago in 1929. By a special rescript, dated June 18, 1929, the Sacred Congregation of Rites declared these relics to be truly those of St. Maximina, Martyr. For forty years St. Maximina had a place of honor in the relic chapel of the Chicago Monastery.

When the Poor Clares moved to Hickory Hills, the relics were given to Fr. Joseph Lauro for his missions in South America. However, because of the illness of Fr. Lauro, the relics were given into the custody of Fr. Leo McNamara, of St. Adrian's Parish in Chicago. Fr. McNamara rightly felt that St. Maximina provided a much needed example, and he did all in his power to make her known. The response was unprecedented. Many clients claim to have received favors through the intercession of the martyr. Possibly the greatest consequence of devotion to her has been the impact of her example. In our time of confusion and defection, the visible presence, so to say, of the remains of a woman who confronted evil with courage and gave her young life for Christ, has given countless people the desire to live by faith. There can be no doubt that St. Maximina has charm, and she seems also to have great influence over those who invoke her.

The next chapter in the saga of St. Maximina has been her trip to Ohio, where she is currently safeguarded by the Byzantine Poor Clares at the Monastery of Holy Protection in North Royalton, Ohio. For various reasons, one of which was the death of Fr. Lauro in 1971, it seemed best that she return to those who had guarded her for so long. The sisters had undertaken a Byzantine Foundation, and had settled in the Byzantine Catholic Diocese of Parma, Ohio, with the gracious permission of the Bishop, Most Rev. Emil J. Mihalik. The relic of St. Maximina, along with the relic of another young Roman martyr, St. Hyacinth, 109 A.D. were relocated to a shrine on the Monastery grounds.

Although St. Maximina suffered martyrdom more than 1700 years ago, and her relics have been removed to various places, all the bones of the entire skeleton are in a remarkable state of preservation. They have been lovingly clothed in magnificent garments, richly studded with jewels and gold braid, while the skull, hands and feet are encased in wax forms, so arranged, however, that the bones of the hands and feet can be seen. May St. Maximina obtain many blessings for those who invoke her.

Father McNamara's locutions

Father Leo F. McNamara
No Date

Oh frail joy of My wounded soul; Know ye that prayer like fire should never be allowed to go quite out, so that thou may experience no trouble in rekindling it. Therefore, I wouldst that thou pray always in this way.

Oh weary soul, do I infuse into thee feelings of spiritual joy and sorrow, and illuminate thee with My eternal light?

Tonight oh frail joy of Mine, thou shalt ascend the mount of God, and from this point of vantage far removed from all the world and its distractions, thou shalt view the panorama the Holy Spirit shalt open out before thee.

Truly, oh most weary son, thou art the depository of all My desires; in thee I see fulfillment. I alone now reign in thy heart, thou hast past thy purifying crucible, and thy soul is now ready to do that for which thou hast been destined.

Know ye, that I still suffer and thirst, not to receive, but to give. Your destiny is not to follow my steps before My passion, but to follow in the blood stains mounting Calvary.

Now thou art ready to know the bitter joy of My scourging, My crowning, the spear and the fire. Now that which hath been green is dry. My love hath prepared thee well; tonight I contemplate thee with ravishing delight.

Truly thou art dear to My heart, and thy soul showeth a divine calm and heavenly contentment. Streams of light encircle thee, diffusing a most marvelous splendor, and My heart knows the work is almost done.

My soul goes out to thee in touching humility, as everlasting love. For I know tonight that thou doth burn with so ardent a desire for fulfillment, because thou hast been impregnated with My divine love, and art no longer able to resist the powerful attraction of this secret intimacy to which I hath called thee.

Oh frail, frail joy, into the abyss of My love hath I hurled thee, that thou might know the ravishment of My triumph, and the glory and honor of being more intimately united to Me.

In these hours of tryst, thou shalt feel the zeal of the blood of thy Lover circulate in thy veins, as I invite thee to quench thy thirst with My most precious blood; as I hold thee close in ecstatic sleep in total abnegation to all, save Me.Father Leo F. McNamaraChristmas Night 1952Oh frail joy of My heart, tonight I lift thee up over the hearts of all men, that My Father may bestow upon thee a great joy. Thou alone hast in thy heart the celestial knowledge of My Divine Incarnation. Most men know me only superficially, but to thee hast been given the inner-most secrets of the Word Incarnate. Thou hast known Me fully, as the Son of God and the Son of man, thy brother in all, save sin.My most tender shadow, how great is Mary's love for thee, because thou hast embraced My doctrine of love and of suffering. Behold I build upon thee an eternal shrine.Oh thou most piteous and dear, it shalt be said of thee that thou art a burning light which shalt enkindle the fire of My love in the most tepid souls.Weary soul, tonight I hold thee close, that I may breathe My sweetness upon thee, that I may make thee again aware of the mysterious Oneness that is Ours, and which enables thee to share in the supreme dignity which is Mine and My Heavenly Father's.This gift given unto thee on this great day of giving shalt be multiplied in thee a hundred fold. Thy sanctification and My gift shalt be co-related even as tonight we art One in the realm of Our Hypostatic Union.Thou art essential to Me as My priest, and I art essential to thee by My divinity.Together We art One in willing submission, unto eternity to the divine will of My Father, out of whose bosom I hath taken thee cycles before thy angelic time.Father Leo F. McNamaraFirst Friday March 6, 1953Oh frail joy of My soul, tonight I bless thee from the innermost depths of My heart, for thou hast deigned to favor Me with thy caresses.Oh tender one, if thou but knew how thirsty I am, then would thou knowest what love does to Me. How ecstatic is My joy in the ineffable sweetness of love which surpasseth all comprehension.Oh piteous and dear, thou alone art My defense in these days against all who injure Me and treat Me with such contempt.In the tenderness of thy love, I hide My wounds, and My soul doth become ravished with thy compassion and thy love.Oh weary soul, the fruit of My passion shalt be rendered to thee as to no other, for this night I hath imprinted upon thy heart My image. In love do I baptize thee in My most precious blood, and espouse thee with My most tender love.Oh most willing spouse, I anoint thee with the sweetness of My Holy Spirit, whilst I pour upon thee the holy oil of sanctifying grace; because thou hast loved Me everlastingly, thou may be sanctified unto life eternal.Oh frail love, in these hours I doth elevate thee before the throne of My Father, that thou may be filled with joy, perceiving the merits that I hath procured from His hands for thee.Know ye, that My omnipotence can do all things in thee, so doth my wisdom know what is best for thee.In giving thee everything, I give it unto Myself; for I use My eternal wisdom in teaching thee to prepare thyself to receive My gifts.Know ye, oh fragile one, that My divinity and My humanity find extreme delight in thee. Thus I encircle thee tonight with a cincture of My divine love, which shalt hold thee fast to Me for all eternity.Father Leo F. McNamaraJuly 10, 1953Oh frail joy of My soul, knowest that thou art recipient of My most gratuitous gifts. Tonight thou shalt experience an inestimable coruscation, that shalt set afire thy soul with love for Me.Oh frail one, I wouldst extol thy love with My gifts of sweetness and pour upon thy frailty the oil of My eternal holiness.Again I tell thee, the temple of God is holy, which thou art. See thyself in the Spirit of My light; then only wilt thou be conscious of My divine presence.Oh weary one, I did not will thee to fight as a simple soldier, but rather as My Amon Knight, who doth carry himself all the treasures of heaven.Knowest thou My son, all natural habits of thy soul I must replace with supernatural ones. All that is of earth must be set aside. All that is of Me must be implanted. Some of these gifts should be most wonderful; some a bitter purgation.Know ye, that even though thy soul shall shrink from the knife of My love as I probe deeper and deeper within thee, that I work in thee in ways imperceptible to thy known wisdom.Remember son of love, I am Lover. I will to have everything, thy whole heart, and thy whole soul. Not one thing shalt thou keep from Me.Oh piteous and dear, give thanks as far as thou art able, to My immense Mercy in thy regard. Praise, honor and longanimity of My eternal patience. Thank Me for keeping thee from thy infancy in the bosom of My eternal yearning.

And know, that which is greatest in thee has but now begun to quicken.

Oh tender wound, know ye that the fountain of thy mercy shalt never dry up for thee. Thou shalt live a creature among creatures, yet thou shalt be to Me, the Giver, the Lover, the Sanctifier and Preserver of every good. Thou shalt arouse men from tepidity and incite them to love, for they shalt hear from thy lips what is only known to My secret heart. From thee shalt come proof of the smallest and the greatest of My eternal mercies.

Oh frail one, I draw down upon thee tonight torrents of grace, for the wheat of Christ shalt be ground by thee in suffering, in prayer and in penance.

Once before, oh weary soul, I hath admonished thee, only those who walk in darkness ever see the stars. These hath been long days and nights for thee, but thou knowest they would have availed thee nothing were they not united to this Head, Crowned with Thorns, for thy redemption.

Oh piteous and dear, thou too shalt become a sign of contradiction, for thou shalt know love as only My Mother and I knew it. Thy personal life shalt be cast away, together with the wants of thy body. All wilt be forgotten in the wants of thy love for Me. And, thou shalt feel not only thine own pain, but the pain of all others.

Frail son, what was true of Me shalt also be true of thee.

Tonight I offer thee the great chalice of all common miseries, that thou may drink for the thirsty souls of men.

Tonight I hold thee fast to My wounded heart, that We may appear as the Great Sanctuary Lamp of life and truth and love, sending out upon thy world of trouble, the red rays of our love eternal.

Oh tender Levite that hast heard Me calling to thy heart My needs, and the fullness of thy love thou hast cried out to Me, and I hath set thee ablaze with the light of My love.

Therefore, I say unto thee, be thou renewed in the spirit of thy mind, and My grace shalt assist thee, that thou may not fail in thy endeavor.

Come My beloved, repose on My wounded heart, that I may minister unto thee with all the sweetness of My divine heart.Father Leo F. McNamaraDecember 8, 1953 -- WoundedOh frail, tender love of My heart, know ye that the storm clouds art gathering from the hearts of all nations, and soon thou shalt be plunged into the greatest apocalyptic destruction of all time.Soon, oh frail love, thy flock shalt pay dearly for not heeding the last warning of My Immaculate Mother.In this hour, oh weary one, then doth begin the era of Mary, not as so many say the Marian year, but the last era of time, the Marian age. Now in these, learn they who seek the Heart of Christ must seek it thru the Immaculate Heart of My so Sorrowful Mother.She who so constantly intercedes for thee now, ask her help in these hours proceeding the deluge of retribution, which mankind hast called down upon themselves; they who shalt wither away art even now a revolting repugnance in My Mother's eyes.Oh piteous and dear, know ye how powerful is the Mediatrix of all grace, whom We both call Mother.Oh My love, in secret shalt She work miracles in thy soul tonight, that thou may without fear cry out to thy world, who hath consecrated its peoples to Her Immaculate Heart, and demand that thy world live this consecration in fact and in reality.Exhort thy people, oh fearless love, for the hour of My Immaculate Mother has already dawned.And thru thee, shalt She destroy the image of the beast in the heart of mankind.Thru thee shalt the star of the infernal regime be destroyed forever. Thru thee shalt countless miracles of grace abound in preparation for the uncertain days ahead.Oh white chastabled love, My Mother's promise to thee is absolute; let thy people's promise to Her be as such.Oh frail joy of My burdened heart, that which is accomplished thru thee now, shalt be the prelude to Mary's eternal triumph in heaven.Be thou the true ambassador of Mary's Immaculate Heart.Be then, from the beginning of Mary's reign, the ardent apostle of Her every wish and desire.Pray, oh holy Levite, pray unceasing; for thy prayers ascend as sweet incense before the Throne of My Father in heaven, who sends upon thee a great out-pouring of love and graces.Oh piteous and dear, be thou the whip of My justice, and I shalt send thee balm to heal all wounds.Father Leo F. McNamaraMay 7, 1954 First FridayOh frail spouse, My boundless love seeks thee tonight as never before.Oh tender one, thou art indeed the Chalice of My love; never again will My heart be closed unto thee. Ever shalt My heart be the bourne toward which thou shalt tend.Know ye, oh frail priest of Mine, that when My glance is fixed upon a soul, the hand and heart of Mary rest thereon, that She may prepare thee for My coming, and acceptance of My most holy will.Take ye, oh wound of love, My cross, nails and crown of thorns; all of My treasures; for I hath chosen thee and entrusted them to thy keeping.

Oh frail love, whilst I seek all those who art errant, do thou carry My cross.

Henceforth thy collaboration shall consume all thy waking hours, for now We begin our great work.

Take up tonight thy abode within My Sacred Heart. Enter into Its gaping wound, for I shalt keep thee forever in this prison of My love.

Thou shalt be from these hours My sign.

Thou shalt be the sun to enlighten, and the heat to reanimate these lost souls which I now seek in thee.

Shalt thy world recognize Me as thy God of Mercy and of Love?

Oh piteous and dear, to thee tonight doth the Son of God relinquish the glory and the power of My merciful heart.

To thee in this hour of tryst wilt I teach the secrets of My love, for fain wouldst I have thee share this flame of divine significance, which My love hath placed within thee.

To thee alone doth the abyss of My love and mercy explain Itself.

To thee alone is the fullness of My compassion lent.

Oh tender love, thou shalt be the fuel to the fire I am about to cast upon thy earth.

Now is the time when I must bring back to Me hearts kindled, on My own heart, that they in turn may cast Its fire over all thy earth.

Know also, that the anguish of My heart wilt sometimes be felt in thine, yet fear not, for I am with thee. For one single act of love coming from the depths of thy solitary heart, repairs for many acts of ingratitude committed against Me.

Let thy love prevail, oh most tender one, for thou shalt be the magnet that draws all men to Me. In My name shalt thou labor, and be all-powerful, for thou art armed with the sovereignty of thy Divine Lover.

Oh frail one, love Me tonight in the long hours of My solitude; gaze upon My heart and the flames that consume It, for thou art the son of My special predilection.Father Leo F. McNamaraRetreat May 31, 1954 - June 4, 1954Oh most piteous and dear, I would tonight that thou glorify Me thru My most loving heart.Oh frail one, I offer it to thee as a golden cup, that thou may drink from It, and be safisfied with Its sweet beverage.Oh loving soul, I would inebriate thy very soul with rapture unending. Partake then of this celestial delight, oh hidden love of Mine, that in thy days of contemplation, this manna may stay with thee to sustain thee, and caress thee as our secret of exceeding gladness.Oh most weary soul, knowest thou that often hath I bestowed My Deified Heart on thee, with all the riches that art contained within It.Tell Me, oh My beloved, that thou doth languish with love for Me, for the unction of thy love is a sweet assurance to Me. For it imparts such joy to My soul that I am compelled to heal thy contrite heart, and to open the door of heaven's prison to those who languish in captivity.Oh frail love, thou believest nothing is impossible to My divine will, and I thy lover find within thee the refreshment which My soul doth crave.Frail joy, knowest thou that the more thou lovest Me, the sweeter is the refreshment I find within thee. Know thy debilitated heart is My secret place of repose. I find refuge there when nowhere else refuge is to be found.Within the sweet recesses of thy torn heart, I shalt enkindle many flames; for each one for whom thou doth seek aid, a new flame is enkindled, which wilt be perpetuated for the salvation of those We shalt select.Tonight I give unto thee, oh frail one, the whole fruit of My passion and death, to ensure thy eternal beatitude.When thou doth desire anything of Me, frail love, offer Me My heart, which I hath repeatedly given unto thee, and I will grant unto thee whatever thou ask of Me.Know, oh piteous soul, I promise to prosper all thy wishes, for unto thee hath been given My love and Its entirety.Thy tears hath called forth My love in Its purity and splendor, to enable thee to receive It and communicate It to all others.Father Leo F. McNamaraJanuary 6, 1956Oh frail one, come to Me now, that I may enthrone Myself in thee, for thou art to Me like unto a dove in the cleft of the rock of time.Now is the hour in which I must establish My abode in thy heart, as a dove in its nest. Now is the time I must hide thee in My heart, from whence I shall lead thee on to thy eternal joys.Oh piteous and dear, from now on two of My most powerful angels of celestial holiness, shalt guard thee and whisper to thy heart, thru golden trumpets the sweetness of My love.Oh tender one, My love shalt supply thy needs, and thou shalt be pierced by Its arrow with a wound that shalt not heal.My son, I desire that thou shalt be overwhelmed with the torrent of My divine delights. In thee I must accomplish that which I hath already commenced.I will, oh My beloved son, that thou shalt form with Me an unbroken alliance, which shalt enclose thee in the golden haze of My eternal love.Oh frail one, nothing shall break the unity of that which tonight I hast indissolubly perpetuated in thee.Oh frail one, in this hour I open up to thee My heart, from which shalt pour forth so ardent a fire, that thy soul shalt be nourished in ecstasy, and thy frailty shalt be bathed in the merits and joys of our espousal.Knowest thou, oh tender Levite, the benediction of My love hangs over thee like unto a golden tent, whilst angels surround thee with censers of love and holiness, to infuse thee with loving and noble aspirations. Use well these days allotted to thee, and move in holiness and virtue.Give Me thy heart, united in pure intentions with grace and love and humility, that I may present it to My Heavenly Father in satisfaction for all thy past negligences, for He inclines towards thee the tenderest affections.Walk ever in the shade of the golden palm, which surrounds thee and shines radiantly on all that thy priestly hands shalt do, on all thy Christ-like heart shalt conceive.Oh frail joy of My wounded heart, I desire that all thy works shalt be fruitified by My most holy life, and the merits of My five wounds.....these shall be thy seal.Oh frail joy, My sweetness shalt penetrate thee and fertilize the seeds of sanctity, which My most holy love hath implanted in thee.Knowest thou, that in this hour I hath circumcised all thy transgressions and imperfections, that I may present thee to My Father, as My love sees thee.Therefore, oh chosen one, circumcise thyself by the rule of love, which I hath laid down upon thee.Oh frail one, the light of My countenance shalt illuminate thy path in a special manner unto eternity.For thou hath made Me thy shield by thy perfect confidence in Me and My goodness. Hence shalt thou drink from My heart the sweet influences of My Holy Divinity thru all eternity.

Father Leo F. McNamaraFeast of the Holy Family -- January 9, 1956

Oh frail veil of all love's tenderness, knowest thou that thy prayer is encompassed with the strength and love of eternity.

Blessed art thou of such frailty, for thy essence hath been washed clean by the love of thy God.

Tonight I soothe thee with an infinite pity, and annoint thee with the salt-sweet ease and warmth of tears that hath long been denied Me; tears borrowed from all who went before thee; of all who wore before thee, great ruling one, glowing in love torn palm.

Oh My soul, joy shalt sing this night in all thy veins, untarnished or undermined by naught, save the greatness of Our love.

In these hours, oh my love, ye shalt know only sublime happiness and intolerable joy, for thou shalt be caught up midst the fragrance of my great benevolence. Thou shalt walk in incense and lilies, and heavenly wisdom shalt guide thee, and thy soul shalt be exultant, and thy heart shalt be pierced, that My goodness might exude.

From this hour a blade shalt quiver in its depths, that thou may be mindful of My plan; centuries, yea eons of time shalt pass, oh My son, but that which I give unto thee tonight shalt be ever fresh, ever fragrant. Red flames to set the world on fire, with love to burn out the dross, to be forever the joy of thy Beloved.

Thou art indeed my paradise, fashioned by lash, lance and love, that My Lord may be fulfilled in thee eternally.

Father Leo F. McNamaraAscension Thursday, May 10, 1956

Oh frail one, come thou this night with Me that I may seat thee in glory near My Eternal Father. For I wouldst that thou be apart from the pusillanimous ones who art ever wounding My love-torn heart.

Oh frail soul, that thou shalt know My mercy is above all My works, and Its abyss cannot be exhausted. I shall plant within thy heart the flowers of My virtues, the rose, the lily, the violet, that chastity and humility may make fragrant the paradise of delight in which thy soul doth rest.

Oh piteous and dear, know ye that with promptitude and effusions of love, I hasten to do unto thee all that thou ask of Me in My Father's name; yea, also in My Mother's name; and if thou wilt salute Her most-devoutly as the white lily of the Most Holy Trinity.

Frail one, the treasures of heaven shalt be thine to feed to souls.

Oh tender wound of love, by My silence I didst testify to thy need to enter into thyself; thy need to long for and to seek My love.

Oh frail joy, this time wast thine to consider thy unworthiness and thy nothingness in extreme confusion. Now is the time to be nourished by the sweetness of the hidden manna of My everlasting love. Now shalt thou see and taste and probe the sweetness of the secret that lies between Us.

Behold, dear soul of love, in these hours I send unto thee, that which was given by My Eternal Father to Me, to purify the world of all its sin. This I enkindle in thy soul tonight, that thou may also be purified from all the stainful sins of thy past, and thus be prepared to receive worthily the grace and incomprehensible riches of My divinity, which shalt make thy soul resound with love in harmony, with the will of God My Father.